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lovebittenbyevans · 7 hours

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See No Shame | Part 2

Summary: You and Nanami were only seeing each other for three months. You eventually wanted more but of course they always say “don’t be someone second choice” in a man life.

Pairing: Billionaire! Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Warnings: cursed words

Author note: second part of this mini-series is here! I like writing for this. If you like you can reblog, comment but enjoy reading!

Part 2

Three months went by fast when you used to be around Nanami a lot. You didn’t care what he did and how rich he was at all. You just wanted to be around him all the time but now everything changes between you and him.

Sometimes you can't bring yourself to cry about him anymore even though your heart still beats for him. You tried to avoid him after he didn’t want to deal with you like that anymore but he only calls or texts you when she is not around.

For the past few weeks you only took shifts at the library when you thought it was necessary. You didn’t want to face Nanami again and cry about him some more.

You were trying so hard to get over he doesn’t feel the same about you but Tiffany kept sending you articles about him with Ariel nonstop. Of course Tiffany would send you a whole text message about how Ariel isn’t shit at all. You would laugh at anything she sends you with a comment.

Ignoring Nanami calls and text messages is all you have been doing for the last few days. You couldn’t bring yourself to cry about him anymore. You are regretting going to Yu Haibara party since he is Nanami's best friend.

You placed the gift you got for him on the table with a bunch of other gifts. “Don’t look now but Nanami is here with Ariel.” Tiffany whispers next to you.

You sigh and roll your eyes. “It seems like they came matching tonight.” She whispers to you again.

Fucking great

It shouldn’t be a surprise for you that Nanami was here at all. Yu and Nanami have always been close since their high school days. They always say fake it until you make it.

You made your way to the other side of the room as Tiffany followed right behind you. You greeted some people you knew but didn’t chat with them for long. You pour yourself some champagne into a tall clear glass cup as you hear a voice behind you. “Y/N and Tiffany.”

That whiny and flat voice, you only heard three times. “Ariel.” You gave Tiffany her tall clear glass cup as you turned around with a fake smile on your face.

“Wow, small world.” Tiffany clears her throat and takes a sip of her drink.

Ariel looks stunning wearing a purple body-con dress that shows her curves. You thought she was dressed up going to a club.

Ariel grabs tall clear glass from one of the butler’s who was handing them out on a tray. “How are you, Y/N?” She takes a swig of her drink.

“I’m good.” The only thing you said to her.

Tiffany jumps right in the conversation. “I’m good too. Work is killing me.”

Everyday you thank god for Tiffany because you have no idea where you would be without her.

You excuse yourself and walk around the place. You had to admit Yu always knew how to throw a party. You stop to admire one of the paintings on the wall when a raspy voice can be heard behind you. “Hello, Y/N.”

Suddenly your heart was racing fast as fuck.

Shit, Shit

“Yu, got that painting of his beautiful mom for Mother’s Day three years ago.” He says standing next to you.

You take another sip of your drink before speaking. “Hi and it’s beautiful.”

Nanami nods, placing both of his hands behind his back. “Hmm, I also want to say I–” You interrupted him as you locked eyes with him. “Don’t apologize. I am happy for you and Ariel.”

Fuck! It hurts for you to say that

A piece of your heart felt like it was being ripped apart again. You told yourself you had to say it in order to move on from him. You let out a breath while feeling a lump in your throat.

“Um. Thanks.” He muttered.

You squeezed his shoulder. “Happy looks good on you Nan.” You look at him again before making your way back to Tiffany.

You truly need to stop lying to yourself for once. For now you feel like a complete idiot when you know you didn’t mean those words to him.

You cough getting her attention, setting your empty tall glass down on the table. “I want to leave.” You hate the way you are feeling right now.

“Y/N, don’t take her away from me.” Gojo pouts while squeezing her cheeks with his palm.

You scoff and shake your head. “Nice to see you too, Gojo.” Sometimes you can't stand Gojo at all. He acts like a child half the time.

Tiffany gave him a kiss on the cheeks and followed right behind you out the front door. “What’s wrong? What did Nanami do? Is it Ariel?”

You let out a loud whine and start rambling. “I told him I was happy for his relationship.”

Tiffany smacks your arm playfully. “Now, why would you tell him that lie? We both know you are not over that man.”

You sigh. “I know. I know.”

She embraced you with a hug and rubs your back gently. “Look, I love you but you need to stop running away from him. Fuck Ariel.” She continues. “He doesn’t deserve you and he still can’t see it.”

You stood there listening to her as she pulled away from you. “Y/N, learn to feel your feelings then eventually brush it off.” Her eyes focused on you.

You understand what she was saying but it is hard for you to do that. You never saw yourself brushing off the feelings you have for this man. Your heart still beats for him and that’s scary.

“Oh my god.” You felt completely sick.

Tiffany hates seeing you like this over someone who just ended things with you three months ago. She never saw you act like this over guy before.

She opened her mouth to comment when you felt your phone vibrate against the pocket of your black jeans. You pull your phone out and a text message from Nanami on the screen.

Nanami: I don’t want you out of my life, Y/N

Nanami: I love you

Your eyes widened, those three words shocked you completely.

Is he serious?

“What happened?” Tiffany asked.

You turn your phone off and put it back in your black jeans pocket. “You can stay. I’ll just go home by myself.” You take the car keys out of her purse.

Tiffany gave you a side eye glance. “You sure?” She can see right through you that there was something you aren’t telling her.

“Yeah, tell gojo to take you home. I want to take a walk first.” You gave her a hug and then began walking down the block.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, you continue walking while rereading Nanami messages a couple of times. You notice three dots appear for a second and then he sends another message.

Nanami: let’s talk soon, I want to take you somewhere ❤️

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bunnyywritings · 19 days

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i’m leaving the gym and all i can think about is supportive gym boyfriend!nanami 😩 (trying a new form of hc’s 🙇🏽‍♀️ hope you like it !!)

gets smutty at the end…warning for curse words and nanami with a breeding kink and a fem!reader

gym boyfriend!nanami definitely encourages you to push yourself to do one more set

gym boyfriend!nanami mutters praises in a husky, breathless tone as he spots your seated shoulder press

gym boyfriend!nanami who just knows what he’s doing when he stops you mid-set on the leg press to gently grip your chin and place a chaste kiss to your lips despite the whine that leaves your throat as your thighs burn and quiver

gym boyfriend!nanami blatantly stares at your ass when you’re doing RDLs and giving it a firm pat as a ‘good job’ when you’re finished

gym boyfriend!nanami who gives you scary dog privileges when the creeps at the gym have lingering stares

gym boyfriend!nanami who purposely grunts your name softly when no one’s around, feigning innocence when he claims to only be getting your attention so you can get his water bottle open

gym boyfriend!nanami who never makes you feel incapable or less than for not being able to keep up with a workout

gym boyfriend!nanami celebrates your feats, big and small

gym boyfriend!nanami who, when your shirt rides up or if the bottom of your shorts roll up and he sees you squirm in discomfort, drops everything to fix it for you so you don’t have to interrupt your concentration

gym boyfriend!nanami who takes pride in seeing your eyes roam over his body through the mirror

gym boyfriend!nanami who purposefully flexes to see you drool and your cheeks flush a deeper hue than they already are

gym boyfriend!nanami who always tells you what a great job you did and how proud of you he is with a kiss to your sweaty forehead

gym boyfriend!nanami who always buys you a post workout protein shake/smoothie/juice and who always insists on treating you to breakfast

nsfw under the cut !!

gym boyfriend!nanami barely waits until the door to your shared home closes to gently shove you against it and kiss you breathless

gym boyfriend!nanami who tosses you onto your shared bed and peels your leggings and underwear off you

gym boyfriend!nanami who waves you off when you try to squeeze your thighs closed, needlessly embarrassed about smelling like sweat

gym boyfriend!nanami who says that it’s only healthy to get a good stretch and cardio in after a workout

gym boyfriend!nanami who grips the back of your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest to hear you moan at the pleasure-fully painful stretch of your sore muscles

gym boyfriend!nanami who teases you about how sopping wet you already are

gym boyfriend!nanami who gladly shoves his face into your cunt to devour you whole, gently kneading your hamstrings and glutes

gym boyfriend!nanami who gives you two orgasms before shoving his sweats off and effortlessly flipping you onto your hands and knees

gym boyfriend!nanami who guides your back into a nice, deep arch to stretch out your lower back muscles, the tip of his hard cock warm and wet as it presses against your sticky cunt, clit puffy and overstimulated

gym boyfriend!nanami could slide in easily with how wet you are but decides to tease and slip in, inch by delicious inch

gym boyfriend!nanami buries himself to the hilt with a low moan, grinding his hips and hitting that spongy spot deep inside you that has your lips falling open with pathetic mewls and whimpers

gym boyfriend!nanami shushes you condescendingly when you whine out “s’too big…k-kento”

gym boyfriend!nanami keeps his strokes deep and slow “it’s okay, honey…you can take it. my good girl can take it, can’t she?”

gym boyfriend!nanami who smirks and bares his weight down on you when you responded with a tearful “can take it…f-fuck! just wanna-wanna be good for you!”

gym boyfriend!nanami doesn’t pull out, he mutters messy promises of “m’gonna fill you up…make you swollen with my kids- fuck! m’gonna make you a mama-“ with equally messy thrusts before stilling behind you, cock twitching as he empties himself inside you

gym boyfriend!nanami who eases out of you and helps position you comfortably on the bed before leaving you with a gentle kiss and going to run a bath

gym boyfriend!nanami who massages your aching muscles as you rest against his chest, bodies enveloped in the warm water, smattering kisses all over your neck and shoulders with whispered and delicate “i love you”s

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk nanami #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x fem!reader

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kenananamin · 6 months

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Tie my tie, marry me

Summary: The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him

It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.

You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.

Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.

He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.

"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.

Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.

Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.

The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.

It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the world, and it would become his universe.

You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.

"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"

You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.

Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.

Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."

His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.

Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.

Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.

Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.

"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"

Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.

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leviismybby · 6 months

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Pussydrunk Nanami who comes back from a stressful mission and finds his pretty girlfriend sleeping on the bed in his shirt. He undoes his tie, and his jacket and blouse hit the floor in no time. Kento gently hovers over you, planting gentle kisses on your face eventually moving down to your neck and collarbone. His cold fingertips slip past the shirt, rubbing the warm flesh of your stomach and hips softly. "Baby..." He kisses up to your ear, nibbling on it, his voice thick with lust. When you don't wake up, he lifts up the shirt over your breasts, leaning in, Kento takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. Your mouth parts slightly, and your breathing gets heavier. Moving onto the other nipple, he spreads your legs, his erection brushing directly at your clothed pussy, that's when a quiet moan escapes your lips, your eyes open. "There you are..." Nanami moves on, kissing down your stomach all the way to your inner thighs, your legs spread allowing him to go further. Your hands fly to his blonde hair, running through it as he bites into your inner thighs, leaving small marks in his wake. His eyes look up at you as he slides your panties down your legs, he didn't even take his glasses off. Without another word, he starts to lap on your pussy, flicking his tongue on your wet folds. Your hips buck, a loud whimper follows. His fingers dig into your thighs, his mouth working magic on you. Kento continues to assault your cunt, alternating licking and sucking your clit and teasing your entrance with his finger. "You taste amazing, baby." He grunts against your wet folds. Nanami hated working overtime but he loved coming home to you and waking you up like this...

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dorkszn · 4 months

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𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐

𝓋ℴ𝓁. 𝓉𝓌ℴ / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. 𝓀ℯ𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾

twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. three !

01. quickies with co-worker!nanami (male reader)

02. morning sex (male reader)

03. nami gets a little rough sometimes (male reader)

04. sugar daddy!nami (male reader)

05. slight rough sex with nami prt. 2 (fem reader)

06. nanami is a hair puller (fem reader)

07. your first time with nami (fem reader)

08. riding sugar daddy!nami (male reader)

09. he missed you (fem reader)

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nova-amor · 5 months

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“my pretty girl, i missed you so much, darling.” nanami kento softly cooed to you, his honey brown eyes brimmed with love and adoration. his gaze warmed every fiber of your being, tugging at the strings of your heart and filling you with the familiar warmth only he could provide. “you feel so good against me; can’t believe i survived so long without you.”

your legs were wrapped around the small of kento’s waist, his cock kissing at the sensitive edges of your cervix. “i missed you more, ken,” you smiled up at him, the sweet stretch of his cock bottoming out inside you making your body grow as light as a feather. kento craddled your cheek with one hand while supporting his body weight hovering above you with the other, his hand scorching hot against your cold cheek. “missed your warmth, missed your touch.”

kento pressed a tender kiss to your lips, slowly retracting his hips from the warmth depths of your cunt before deeply driving his cock right back in. “god, i missed this pussy so much— still taken me so well, baby girl, pussy made just f’r me. i fit so perfectly inside.” he rambled, resting his forehead against yours, completely losing himself to the feeling of you. his hips snapped against yours at a steady, intense pace— yanking moan after sweet moan from your eager throat.

“fuck, ken— s’ good, s’ fuckin’ good—” you cried beneath him, back arching off the flat surface of the bed and chasing after kento’s thrusts. the sound of skin smacking against skin filled the air, the union of heavy pants and moans bouncing off the walls. “missed your cock so much—” the bed frame squeaked with each timed movement of kento’s hips, your hands caressing the soft terrain of kento’s muscular back. “missed how good you are t’ me. never letting you go again.”

“that’s right, pretty girl,” kento’s pelvis rubbed against your clit, dragging against the sensitive bud with each roll of his hips. “no one else is ever touching you again— this is all mine again, baby girl— right?” kento’s statements rang in your ears, your squishy walls clamping down hard on his cock. “you’re ruined for anyone else but me now, baby girl— no one knows you better than i do— you’re all mine. say it.”

your hips bounced against kento’s as his thrusts slowed down, allowing you to take control even while laying sprawled out beneath him. your thighs and calves flexed around him, pushing him out and pulling him back into you at your desired pace. “all your’s, kento. always will be, promise.” your eyelashes were wet with tears, your tight walls squeezing the life out of kento’s cock. you were on the precipice of release, body tingling in anticipation as kento’s cock nudged against the sensitive spot along your gummy walls.

kento was so close too, his muscles tightening and pretty pink lips slightly parted as he got closer to the edge. “fuck, darling,” he hissed, his balls getting heavier and tighter with each smack to your ass. he turned his face away, squeezing his eyes shut. if you kept looking up at him with such a desperate expression, he wasn’t sure if he was going to last any longer. and, he wanted to last longer to cum with you at the same time. “keep makin’ that face and you’re gonna be the death of me.”

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blueclownsworld · 2 months

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"My precious doll." — Nanami Kento x fem reader

Content: reader gets treated like a princess by Nanami, fluff

Author's note: i'll most likely continue posting about various different characters and different types of content in general, if there's something in specific you'd like to see, feel free to send in my inbox

Being with Nanami meant getting everything you ever wanted just by asking from him. It meant getting princess treatment at all times, getting his attention on any moment you wished. It was the best relationship you had ever gotten yourself into, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Sweetheart, I bought you the dress you talked about", Nanami spoke softly from the other side of the door. "May I come in?"

You were laying on your king sized bed, reading the newest fashion magazine when Nanami came back home. As soon as you heard his voice, you jumped out of the bed and rushed to him.

"Of course you can come in", you answered as you opened the door for him.

"Thank you", Nanami smiled and walked in, carrying a new dress in his hands. It was something you had seen in previous fashion magazine, gorgeous soft pink dress with strawberry pattern on it.

"It's even prettier than in photos!" you exclaimed and took the dress in your hands to admire it meanwhile Nanami stood back, smiling at your excitement.

"Do you want to try it on, princess?"

"Do you even have to ask? Yes, yes and yes", you replied with eagerness to try the dress already.

"Very well. I'll wait outside", Nanami spoke and left the room, closing the door behind him.

You changed into the dress quickly, still handling it carefully.

"I'm ready", you announced while looking at yourself from the full length mirror close to your bed.

As Nanami entered the room and saw you in the new dress, his cheeks reddened and warm smile spread on his face.

"You look absolutely amazing, my precious doll", Nanami commented as he took a step closer to you and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Thank you", you smiled and continued with more playful tone, "You don't look too bad either."

Nanami chuckled at your comment, taking a note on how you looked at him with great adoration in your eyes. "Hmm, maybe compliments are not your strongest area. But don't worry, I can see how much you adore me from the way you look at me."

After hearing his words you couldn't stop the blush from appearing on your cheeks, and he noticed it even though you tried to look away.

"Eyes on me, cutie", Nanami instructed and gently raised your jaw with his fingers to make you look at him again.

As your eyes met his again, he leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

"That's much better, precious."

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ MASTERMIND ✦ NANAMI KENTO.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Nanami decides to pay you a visit on such an auspicious day to congratulate you but fate had other plans for him.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader x (morally grey but ultra-soft)!nanami kento, canon+ fix it au, manga spoilers, mention of clan head!gojo, secret relationship b/w reader and nanami, mutual pinning, angst, scar worship, friends with benefits dynamic, s&d dynamic, mention of orgasm denial, orgasm control, love-hate séx (make-up séx ig) + unprotected, baby trapping. 2,6 k word count. half-based on this thought ( + I've a lot of hcs about gojo clan; one of them being that satoru had a half-sister whom he found accidentally while on a mission, so i used that here. ) | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

Nanami walks through the porch of the Gojo estate while taking a call. It has been half a month since the grim reaper graced him with a peck on his cheek showing him a glimpse of the afterlife. He has been facing trouble adjusting back to his old life again despite healing himself through the reverse cursed technique. He has left behind the life of being a jujutsu socerer but partly. Besides, he now works as an advisor for all jujutsu socerers who are gradually making their way to earn their ranks yet deep down, a part of him wants to tell how bold farced lie is all this is.

But something is still holding him back, and deep down he is vividly aware that he wants to grow his roots rather than uproot them. He is just unwilling to admit it out loud. Nanami is still unable to untie his attachment towards a certain girl who is also best suited to be the head of the gojo clan, as per the strongest’s opinion, y/n gojo. He still remembers the night he spent in that cheap motel with you, talking and drinking, drinking and touching, touching and kissing; making promises to you while being inside you. He does not regret it per se, he is afraid for those wishes to come true. There is too much at stake.

When he got the invitation to the ceremonial celebration for you being bestowed with the title and authority to act as a clan head by Satoru’s side he did not know why he could not refuse or not bother to turn up. Maybe he needed an excuse to apologize at length for not being in touch with you. Maybe you would not be so angry if you knew death was knocking at his door but he had to come back, he had to make it through the tunnel to see you, to embrace, to kiss you, for one last night time.

With such thoughts clouding his mind, the sound of sliding a door almost did not reach his ears yet strangely, he turns back only to find none other than you. Standing five feet away from you, in his Yukata he looks more handsome than before, especially with those scars on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ll call you back.” With each fall of his words, his eyes move from head to toe. You are still not ready for the ceremony yet. Wearing a plain hakama, hair braided, a few loose strands kissing your jawline, and a mole near the corner of your lip that just unlocked the memories of that night.

“Nanami-san. . .” you murmur and bite your trembling lips. Tears threaten to flood your cheeks as you take a few steps towards him. He immediately backs away averting his gaze. But you can see him, his guilt, his silent sea of sadness. Nanami Kento is now nothing but a tapestry of quiet despair. A tug on one loose end of a thread and it will all come crashing down.

“Hey...” he states as soon as he realizes the gravity of his action but it is too late now. You have already turned around, started to stroll inside the room, and prepared to slide the door. Clicking his tongue he follows you but does not enter just stands on the other side of the wooden bar separating your room and the porch. His shadow is covering your whole body. He can only see your back, so he does not look up, just stills his eyes on the ground. “Congratulations on your succession —” His voice trails off as your haori drops on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” He raises his voice perking his eyes up at you. You turn your head slightly in his way and he notices bruises around your neck. Suddenly he can feel every bead of perspiration running down his spine. Have you been fucking other men while he was away? He has been wrecking his mind day and night thinking about how to let you down lightly, how to end this relationship without hurting you, what to say, and what not to say so that you can just move on with your life but meanwhile, but you have been seeing other men. How vile! How insulting!

“Why are you still here, Nanami-san?” You turn around without averting your eyes from him.

Nanami enters the room without a second thought closing it behind. “Is it what I think it is ?” He enquires curtly.

“I don't know. You tell me,” You murmur pulling up the sleeves of your nagagi, “what you are thinking. . .” There are certain wounds all the way up your neck in a particular pattern as if someone carved them on you. He does not budge. His brain cells do not finish the path of such thoughts.

Watching his contorted face you let out a disappointed sigh,“Yes. The answer is yes. I went through the ritual.” Nanami swallows, his eyes unable to avert from your body. He wants to see those marks, see each scar, and kiss them. That would be very unethical, wouldn’t it? “If tooru-ni would have been here he wouldn’t have let me go through it.” You walk away towards the window finishing that line of thought, “But I can’t always rely on him. Can I now?”

Okay, that’s good. You have made half of his confusion clear. What about the bruise on your neck? With long strides, he closes the gap between you two. His strong muscular toned arms curled around your waist before his lips aligned with yours. “have you been seeing other men?” He rasps against your mouth. Your hand rests on his firm chest. It is possible actually, since you are going to be appointed as a supportive clan head, marriage proposals are going to lurk like wild animals amongst the shadows of celebration, especially Zenin Clan. They do not let any cursed energy bearer getaway.

“Why? Would that make you jealous?”

“Yes. definitely.” You can not help but ket out a short-lived simper that not only makes Nanami’s throat dry but also fills his bones with your pesky ignorant attitude. It makes him wanna loathe you. He lifts you a little yanking you by the window side, caging you between the wall and him. He has not let go of his hand from your waist and his other hand rests on the concrete. You look at him with eyes full of longing and lust. You know this is wrong, this whole thing of meeting him here, seeing him before the ceremony. It is wrong in so many ways. Your fisted hands unfurl. You could feel his heart rate being faster now.

“Can’t we just run away?” you murmur so low and so meek that Nanami thinks he might just hear it wrong. Suppose he did run away with you. What then? People from the Gojo clan is going to hunt him until the end of time. He always has to run away and hide, like a coward.

“That wouldn’t be appropriate,”

Another chuckle. “Yeah? Then, what’s appropriate? Are you telling me this isn’t inappropriate? you and me, locked in a room, so close to each other. anyone might think we are—

“Then, let’s make their suspicion into something real,” He breathes against your mouth. There is just a thread of gap between his lip and yours before he opens his mouth with a ‘pop’ and you feel his warm, wet tongue along the column of your throat that makes you shut your eyes instantly, tears rolling down along your cheeks for holding back for so long, for waiting for him so long. Your arms slide along his shoulders slowly as he explores your neck and chest with his mouth making you almost melt in his arms.

“No. No. No. No. we can’t be doing this again,” He moves away from you shaking his head so much, his breathing labored and irregular. There is that look in your eyes, that sad look of having to fight all alone with no one by your side, that look that has so much sincerity and loyalty underneath.

“But Nanami-san, I’m not seeing anyone.” You mutter inhaling deeply feeling dizzy. Oh dear! Aren’t you a little too naive to be a clan head? Maybe there is no way out, day in and day out he thought about it but he could not find any. “what happened when you said you would take me to Malaysia?”

"You know we can't do that, baby." He shifts his gaze at you, rasping, "And, you know we were both just drunk and talking about what ifs...does that count? should it count?" You bite your lips looking at the robes scattered on the floor, him and yours, lifeless and entangled with each other. Nanami feels his heart constrict in his ribcage, as if someone had tied his heart with ropes and now both the free ends are being pulled like in a tug of war.

“Ahhh,” he groans. “Fuck it,” with that he holds your face in between his big soft palms kissing your lips as long as he can. Your fingers clamp around his wrists as you feel his tongue go inside your mouth before he sucks your lips, one by one, fervently, as if you are the source of his oxygen, not the air surrounding you two. He guides your limbs around his nape breaking the kiss to breathe in before kissing down the column of your throat.

“Take it off,” His husky whisper hot against your chest as he waits.

“But—” you try to protest making him more impatient. It is not like he does not get your point. You will have to go soon otherwise people might come searching for you. These fucking clan rules. Without any delay you let the upper wrapper cloth of your yukata fall down revealing your breasts.

“You know, you shouldn’t be roaming around like this,” He tartly says before licking up from the base of your chest to the middle of your collarbone.

“Oh Yeah? was waiting… for you,” Nanami’s hand finds your mounds, firm and large hands massaging both of them simultaneously as he presses his hard-on against your waist. His hands now rest on your hips pulling you into his body, while his mouth peppers kisses all over your bosom. Your nipples are so taut, skin awake with goosebumps. His hands travel around your back pulling you into his embrace. Your breath hitches as his grips grow stronger while his mouth latches onto your boobs, sucking your tits and biting them making you moan shamelessly.

Your constant tugging and fidgeting with the sash of his hakama has now paid off. It hits the grown revealing him in boxers. You take his cock out pumping, sliding the foreskin, and exposing the slick crown of his cock. Nanami grunts, taking his cock and pumping it by himself. “Look at me, look at me, baby”, he murmured while rubbing his nose against your neck, your skin glistening with sweat. He clusters your hakama around your waist and your hands hold them in place, around your stomach. He smiles at that gesture. He is impressed.

Lifting you up by clasping around your inner things, he holds your back against the wall ready to push his cock inside you. You guide his cock at your slick entrance. As soon as the cock-head is inside he quickly scans your features. You are panting, sweating, mouth open, and eager to take him. He pushes his cock inside you with a deep strong thrust hitting your spot. His grip on your thighs becomes stronger as he starts to glide his torso, to and fro. Eyes flying back ripping off your sanity as he pushes his cock inside you as if he was not hitting the spot making you squirm underneath him.

The bridge of his nose grazes your pulse point as he groans right into your ears asking, "You good?". You stare at him through the corner of your eyes, mouth open ajar, panting rashly too sucked into delirium to form words, but you nod. Kento knows your melting point yet seeing you taking him so well, being so obedient, being so responsive his lips curve in delight. He hums weighing his thoughts about whether it is okay to pull out another orgasm from your heated overstimulated body or not since he has been fucking you nice and slow for what seems like hours. Every time you are close he diverts your attention by pausing and then putting his mouth to work, either on your lips or on your nipples.

His warm cackle reaches your ears as he jerks up towering over your body, fingers clamping underneath your inner thighs. "Oh Gawd!", you whimper earning a smirk from him. "Don't worry angel! I'm not gonna stop until you ask me to!", he declares as he thrusts his cock with a single broad stroke earning a gasp from you. Those chocolate brown eyes gleam in an insatiable hunger as he starts to move in and out, slowly, watching your cream leaking around his cock from previously denied orgasms.

"You're still clenching me so hard baby!", he utters with a chuckle slamming his cock inside you with brute force followed by a long pause and making you arch your body like a bow against the wall. It is euphoric. It is aching. It is maddening.

"So good! such sweet pussy.", he groans as he starts to thrust harder, faster folding your legs over his broad shoulders. You grab your boobs, squeezing, biting your lower lip, filling the room with trails of whimpering moans blessing his ears. With his throbbing cock still inside you he yanks you into his lap, lips never disconnecting from yours he takes you to the futon laying you down. The hakama is clustered around your waist covering your pussy but it is better this way. At least, you are not so coy-like that night.

Kento quivers, balancing himself on his arms against the futon and letting you relax your legs. "Fuck wanna cum in you already", he coos immediately crashing his lips onto yours not giving you a chance to register his momentary lapse, a desire to see you carrying his babies. Moreover, he loves the taste of your salt while sucking your puffy lips inside you. Curling your hands around his nape, fingers skimming through his hair you moan into his mouth breaking the kiss.

His eyes blink as he feels your hands over his arms. While he is still feasting his eyes over your ravishing sex glow, you roll him along the futon without pulling out. Eyes soaked in surprise Kento is still taken aback by your strength as he gawks at your naked beauty with lust-blown eyes. “Your wish's my command, Sir”, you amend. As the words fall from your lips you start to glide, slow but steady strokes. He holds you by your waist, his lower lip being exploited in between his teeth as you bounce on his cock.

Seeing you bob like an animal, boobs bouncing at a steady rhythm he was in nowhere to decline you; after all, he wanted this too, to fill your womb with babies and those breasts with milk.“Oh yeah! Yea-ash baby!”, he mumbles as you keep jerking. He is close, you can sense it. He flinches feeling his cock twitch in pain but could not care less about it. All he wants is to fill you up to the brim. He sits up adjusting you in his lap.

“Say you hate me.” he huskily mutters.

“What?” you do not pause, just slow down.

“Say you hate me” he quips holding your waist and making you pause your movements. “Or I won’t let you cum,” When you do not believe him he quips with a smirk, “You know, I can do that, don’t you baby?” and strangely you remember how he felt you alone in the room when you made a move on him. You do not want that to happen now, absolutely not, especially with his dick inside you.

He starts to make you bob again, at this point so close to your orgasm that you do not even put up a fight. “Yes. yes. I hate you. I hate you nanami kento I hate you,” you whimper out those words as he thrusts you on his cock. Good, good, that is good; he can not have you admit those feelings out loud, just like him. Your legs quiver feeling the euphoric high approaching, marking his back with crescent indecent as he shoots his cum inside you. Warm, thick, and seeping along your thighs, soaking the sheets. He pulls out with a pop; a prideful glint smothers his face watching his marks all over your chest that run up to your pulse point on the neck. Kento shoots a look at you, your face. He maintains eye contact, puts his mouth around your nipple, and continues to suck until he feels your gummy walls clenching his cock again. “Ahhh—aH!”, you scream hands resting on his shoulders nails digging into his skin. He hates you, he hates you so very much.

Nanami hunches down a little more, kissing your temples, and before sitting upright again he whispers, “Yeah, let’s go to Malaysia. Let’s just run away, honey.”

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lovebittenbyevans · 7 days

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See No Shame | Part 1

Summary: You and Nanami were only seeing each other for three months. You eventually wanted more but of course they always say “don’t be someone second choice” in a man life.

Pairing: Billionaire! Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Warnings: cursed words, slight angst

Author note: I always been a fan of anime since forever. This is my first time writing about Nanami. Enjoy reading!

Part 1

“Babygirl.” While placing books back on the bookshelf, you heard a voice behind you.

At first you didn’t bother to turn around because you knew who it was standing behind you. “What do you want, Nanami?”

He starts. “You didn’t get any of my text messages I sent you? I’ve been trying to call you.” He reached over your shoulder, helping you put the book back on the higher shelf.

“Which one?” You walked around the corner of the other aisle of the bookshelf and placed one more book in the right order.

He grabs your wrist making you face him. “Now, are you playing dumb?” You let out an annoyed sigh and locked eyes with him. “What do you really want?”

Nanami takes a step closer to you as your heart begins to race. “Why have you been ignoring me?” His fingers brushed against your cheeks, sending shivers through you that you been trying to ignore. “I miss you, baby.”

You slapped his hand away, rolling your eyes. “You have Ariel to keep you company.” You walked back to the front of the library with him following right behind you.

“Babe.” You stood in front of the cash register when Nanami cut in line, not letting the lady behind him move forward.

The lady looked pissed. “Hey!”

“Babe.” He ignores the lady behind him while looking at you.

You sigh, tapping your fingers on the counter. “Say hi to Ariel for me.” You were so tired of his bullshit and him not acknowledging the way you feel about him.

Nanami titled his head, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead. “Y/N, don’t be like that.” He gently takes your hand in his. “Come have dinner with me tonight.”

You let out a scoff. “Dinner? I am not her.” You pull your hand away. “I’m busy so I have to get back to work.” The lady pushed Nanami to the side and you almost laughed.

“Hi, how are you doing today?” You force a fake smile.

The lady waited patiently as she whispered to you. “Back in my day we would grab any hunk of a man like that.” You tried to hide how red your cheeks feel when you handed her the books. “Have a good day, ma’am.”

Nanami smirks. “See, you should do–” You cut him off and leaned forward making sure he met your gaze. “No, what you need to do is leave me the fuck alone and go be with her.” Tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

The way you look right now. He doesn’t like to see you cry at all. He hates it. Nanami has not always been good at comforting people, especially those who have deep emotions.

He wanted to reach over the counter to comfort you but your boss was close by observing. “Baby.”

“No, you don’t get to call me that!” You almost raised your voice. “I am not someone you can play with.” You headed straight to the back room of the library, shutting the door shut for a minute as you allowed the tears roll down your cheeks.

Feeling your heart continuing to shatter into a million pieces, you whispered to yourself. “He will never love me like her.”

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kentomilk · 5 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it seems there is never an activity too lackluster or intimate for this couple to find pleasure in each other's company with their busy lives.

husband!nanami kento x wife fem!reader.

catalogue. fluff, slice of life content, non-sorcery au/ non-curse, modern au, salaryman!kento, sick & soft kento, (1) mentions of praise kink. wc: 1.95k thea’s preamble. inspired by this incredible art, i must admit i look at this at least once a day. → ✨ also this is my first published work, it's a bit rough but hopefully with time it gets better. thank u for reading <3

kento is a man of routine and order, we all knew that. he wakes up at a set time, kisses his beautiful sleeping wife, carries out his morning routine of showering and oral hygiene, dons his best suit, light breakfast, and is out the door by 8 AM. the evenings he returns home aren’t any less lax, whether he’s home at 6 PM on the dot or late by a few hours, he’ll always greet and kiss his beautiful wife, have dinner in his study whilst he continues more work while the lovely missus reads on the chaise or continues unfinished work of her own as well, then shower and oral hygiene, sleep.

perhaps that was an oversimplification, but don’t be fooled one may think the man adopts and follows this lifestyle out of a need for security, financial or otherwise. or that he loves the unrelenting and perpetual cycle of working painstakingly 10-hour days, he certainly isn’t given highly-coveted tasks for being a slacker. he’s grateful for what the occupation provides, the salary and bonus that come with his overtime, to lavishly spoil his family, but that's all.

he has no ambition to climb the ladders that will put him in places he doesn't care to be, to rub elbows and kiss ass with scummy executives, leeches, and conceited thugs, only to trash talk and scheme against the moment he steps foot in his home.

all he asks is for saturdays and sundays, as they happen to be Kento’s favourite.

the days he has off from his draining 9-to-5, to be spent properly with his lovely wife. who was ever so patient with him, ever so supportive, and ever so his to love and cherish so as long as his body would allow him. even if his body was battered down to a pulp, he’d find alternatives as necessary, but let’s hope it never comes to that.

there would be times when not much would differ from the previous weekend, and well into the next, spent doing the same activities, or nothing at all. he never wanted to take for granted the time you spent together, and sometimes that meant not always making the most of those days, and he’s okay with that.

whether the two of you lazed in bed until the afternoon or spent a whole day cooking a feast completely from scratch, starters to dessert. visiting the farmers market to cook said feast, reading in your cozy home library, or even the sudden bouts of spring cleaning.

there is always a welcome invite for spontaneity, a picnic under the stupendous aspen tree you simply adored at the local park. a quick overnight trip to a scenic and quaint town, whether your destination is reached by train, plane, automobile, or even boat. the occasional painting date has become a more frequent activity as of late. but there is one “special” activity that some might consider, unique. one that is relatively low cost, that is done from the comforts of your humble abode, that further advances the intimacy (according to kento), and is reserved solely for you, one that kento absolutely adored, shaving.

usually, it was something he’d done alone after showers with either a rechargeable or disposable razor or by his barber when it came time for his bi-monthly hair trim. but recently it became a task that you’d undertake by kento’s request, sort of.

while you didn’t mind what would grow from a days of not shaving, he preferred maintaining a clean shave for the clean-cut classification for a man of his occupation, it also became supplemental to his hygiene routine that he grew to love.

it wasn’t something you saw often, kento so dishevelled with the most tragic undereye bags from the lack of sleep from what you’d think was months suffering from insomnia, condensed into a few days. a coarse stubble emerged from the days he’d spent in bed, and his nose was flushed with how often he’d been blowing it with the nearly empty box of tissues that was full just the night before. his eyes were dull and watering, a sight you truly hated.

"honey, have you seen my hard drive?" he'd sorely asked for the 3rd time today, "it's in the laptop, kento." you called back, changing the towels in your bathroom.

he was delirious, with a runny nose and little to no comprehension of where he was or what day it was, thanks to the combination of flu medicine and kento’s determination to finish a work proposal whilst in bed, common sense would also call it overworking. despite your gentle commands that he needed rest, there was no triumph on your end, as duty calls. he was relentless, in his defense there was a conference that was meant to be held in person had it not been for his sudden ailment. though a live video conference was able to be arranged, owing to the urgency of the matter at hand.

so you figured the fastest way to get the man back into bed was to help him complete this ordeal swiftly, that meant helping him in the shower, given his sore muscle ached. applying small dots of concealer under his eyes as to not bring attention to his fatigued face, deterring from the presentation at hand.

dressing him in his warmest wool suit, but only the upper half, kento was sound enough to know there was no need to abandon his fleecy Pompompurin pajama pants. the executives were only to see from the shoulders up after all. and lastly ridding him of a heavy five o'clock shadow that was speckled with smears of dried rice from the porridge you had made him earlier.

“ok, that should be enough,” you whispered, carefully taking off the damp towel that no longer retained warmth, and squeezing out the shaving cream from the canister into your hand.

you proceed to spread the milky foam in a thin layer across the lower half of his face, letting out a soft chuckle at the finished outcome. you picked up the brand-new razor from the counter, puffing your cheeks and letting out a deep breath.

“i trust you.” kento whispered, his voice scratchy and hushed.

you smiled in response, quietly informing him that you were starting. you crouched to his eye level, pulling his cheek upward with one hand, so the skin where you would shave would be taut. you intently watched his face as well as the area that you had just removed facial hair, making sure that there were no nicks or alter in his relaxed expression, verging on sleep. once you gained confirmation of such, you proceeded to shave the next row, and the next, working inwards towards his lips.

rinsing the razor after each use, and wiping on a towel you had draped on the counter. though nerve-wracking for a first try, it had been executed well and was quite therapeutic. your eyes were attentive and your hands steady with every down stroke. as you continued to rinse and repeat, literally, you looked up into the bathroom mirror to see your husband rotating his head to view the work that had been done, then looking straight at you with a simple grin and tired eyes, asking what he thought so far.

“you’re doing so good, my love.” he plainly states, but those watery eyes said otherwise with an innuendo you couldn’t miss, in a singular eyebrow raise. stupid praise kink, you thought, looking him up and down, wondering how even in this state, where he acquired the audacity. it wasn’t long until the two of you burst into a fit of laughter, kento being cautious as to not rub off the shaving cream with one hand that covered his eyes as he leaned back in the chair.

“what even are you.” you snickered, quickly calming yourself with the reminder of the razor in your hand.

you proceeded to shave, on the brink of completion, now focusing above his lip, where you took even more caution than you had before, due to the sensitivity of his skin in that area. opting to sit on his lap, nearly chest-to-chest with his sore arms that maintained enough strength to have a secure hold on you, even though your knees were bent, and your feet touched the heated floor effortlessly.

a few stolen kisses on kento’s behalf, and nothing more than a restrained smile that he was fighting from getting any bigger as you finished the last few strokes. in his mind, it was anticipated that the minute kento finally got better, you were going to contract what he had afterward anyway. and in turn, he’d take care of you.

so what's the harm in a few more kisses?

“so my dear husband, how would you like to start our weekend?” you asked, still cozily tucked under the blankets, looking at your husband who was similarly bundled under the toasty blankets, with your hand situated on top of his, placed gently on your cheek.

“well dear wife, it’s been days since i’ve last shaved.” he simpered, looking down at you with sly eyes.

it was something the both of you saw coming, once again he hadn’t been shaving for a while, but of course, it was deliberate. you softly laugh in response with your voice still heavy in slumber, “i’ll go get the facial steamer— in a few minutes, i want to savor every second of this vacation.” further burrowing yourself into his chest.

it had been a few months since the first time you had to shave kento’s while he was recovering, the proposal went flawlessly if you omit the booming sneezes that startled the executives even through the screen.

you had since made the switch to a straight blade like the ones you’d see used in old school barber shops, watching tutorials on methods exercised by professionals for efficiency and safety.

invested in a proper kit that supplied everything you’d need. from shave oil, pre-shave oil, shave cream, a velvety brush to spread the lather, after-shave (which smelled phenomenal), and blade replacements.

it’s been even longer since his barber last gave him a proper shave after a haircut, and that time will only continue to be prolonged. he loved how close you’d be when focusing, but time after time you’d only grown to relax the tension in your muscles. you’d sit on his lap for more of the session, and those sessions would only go longer from the last.

where there would be conversation taking place about your lives, now and the future. sometimes there would be easy-listening music playing from the speakers that would lay the cornerstones of an “impromptu” dancing session, where kento’s hands would be politely placed on your lower back, and his hand strong in yours, waltzing all around your bathroom for what felt like forever.

he was shirtless, and truth be told a little chilly, and you were wearing an old shirt of his, to him you always looked beautiful. even though there was still plenty of shaving cream on his face, it would eventually be smeared on yours. there wasn’t much more he wanted in life.

if you ask him, any weekend is well-spent, even if you do spend the entirety of it in bed, painting beautiful sceneries, cooking your favourite dishes, dancing with ardour despite having taken one class on ballroom waltz, or you shaving his grown-out stubble. as long as you're by his side, nothing is ever a waste of time. that’s how it’s been, that’s how is it, and that’s how it’ll be.

and who knows, maybe next time kento will convince you to cut his hair.

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kenananamin · 6 months

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Nanami as a girl dad

Nanami is a girl dad, I will not argue or fight on this but if you think he's not... i got news for you ANYWAYS these are my Nanami headcanons as the best husband and dad and what he would do as a girl dad during pregnancy, birth, and actually raising the baby

takes a personal day off work to take you to your doctor's appointments then takes you to brunch and a movie. will hold your hand the whole time

fought HR/managers/supervisors/ANYONE for as much paternity leave as he could get

asked if he could work from home bc he doesn't want to miss a single moment of your pregnancy or newborn baby

sits on the floor to talk to his baby girl and holds your tummy saying that he's holding her hand

made 20 copies of the sonogram picture and kept them all. there's a copy in his wallet, behind his phone case, in the glove compartment, and in every suit jacket pocket close to his heart. he likes to brag about his girls (you and baby)

comes back from the store with more diapers and wipes bc "we need to be prepared"

bookmarks blog posts talking about how to bond with your baby

reads every book he can and asks the doctor more questions than any other dad who comes into the office

will ask anyone he trusts for advice, but gets defensive when someone tells him to do something differently

takes naps with his head on your lap and his lips touching your belly

has two hospital bags ready in the closet but has an emergency one in the trunk... just in case

does not sleep the whole time you're in labor even when the nurses tell him to "rest before the baby gets here"... that gets him more excited and doesn't let him sleep

tells you to dig your nails into his arm if you need to when you start pushing. kisses your entire face when the baby starts to cry and rushes to the nurse holding her to ask if they could stamp the baby's feet on his shirt/gown before cleaning her (a/n: my dad did this with me and it is the cutest thing ever. we still have the gown with the tiny feet stamped on there)

carefully takes off the shirt/gown and immediately wants to do skin-to-skin contact after you hold the baby first

follows baby to the hospital nursery and takes pictures of sleeping baby to change his wallpaper

changes wallpaper every two days bc "she did something cute" or "sticking her tongue out" or "giving me the stink eye"

loves waking up with her at night bc besides letting you rest... it's daddy-daughter time so don't interrupt

demonstrates what tummy time is while she lays on her baby bouncer (you laugh bc it's ridiculous and she's only a couple weeks old)

buys scrapbook and disposable cameras to start an album (the first of a hundred probably)

buys special clips for crib blankets to be tight and immovable around mattress bc he kept reading about possible suffocation

either way, does not like for her to sleep in her own room so he buys an extra baby moses to put in your room

has an extra diaper bag in his car bc he likes impromptu trips to let mommy rest

sulking when he has to go back to work

finds remote job within the next month

sits baby down on his lap while be works and she plays with her toy

throws an intimate 1st bday party first then a second one the next weekend to invite anyone he's ever talked to and brag about his family

literally kicks his feet and giggles with his daughter then stands up to be the most intimidating man to anyone else

tears of joy when you're pregnant again and sobs when they say it's a girl

carries his girls with him everywhere he goes

is proud that he's raising strong women who will learn how to fight for themselves. keeps reminding himself that he's raising the next generation and that fuels a fire deep inside him

let's the girls play with his hair and put all the clips they can find around the house on his head

lets his fingers and toes be horribly painted while he reads the newspaper and leaves the house with those nails

gets teary eyed on the first day of school and waits outside the school the whole day for a week (paid time off used)

can only do simple pony tails and braids but loves waking the girls up, sitting them on his lap and doing their hair while you get them dressed

making cute lunches for the girls with you is one of his favorite parts of the day

likes dressing the girls alike or the same and has a strange obsession with buying them overalls

loves playing barbie with them and lowkey has a favorite barbie

goes toy shopping behind mommy's back and tells the girls that this is the only secret that they can ever ever keep

randomly brings back flowers for every single one of his girls

takes his girls (you and daughters) on group and individual dates

makes the girls sign a contract written in crayon stating they "will love daddy forever"... frames it and puts it in his office

cries tears of joy AGAIN when you're pregnant with another girl... and looks for a bigger house

rips off door side where he was marking the girl's height and puts it in the new house. he did not believe in marking/tracing it on another thin piece of wood and said he wanted the original

takes everyone out for dessert every Friday and checks in on each kid to see how they're feeling and if they're ok

never misses a single game, recital, rehearsal, practice, ANYTHING

takes his daughters to their first self-defense class

does not believe in violence and does not condone it... but will first ask the girls if they won the fight (strongly insinuates that he will be disappointed if someone kicks their ass)

corrects the girls when needed and has a special look to tell them to stop messing around

later goes to apologize if he ever uses the look

will ask the girls for a sleepover and will throw every blanket on the floor to make one huge bed

tells the girls to follow him as he does repairs around the house or on the car bc they "need to know how it all works and how to deal with it"

is shocked when you're pregnant again (even though he likes to do a certain something that leads to babies) but is REALLY SHOCKED when it's a boy this time

reminds the girls that they have to be nice and helpful with their brother

starts all the reading and bookmarking all over again, but his time on how to raise a gentleman

raises the best little dude and let's the girls show him everything he has shown them so far

okaaaay okay i know i said he's a girl dad and a girl dad only buuuuut Nanami would raise the best little gentleman ever. AND IMAGINE A MINI NANAMI?!! ... but he's still a girl dad first and foremost

extras:

would absolutely praise his wife and randomly thank her for giving him a family

will wear a disguise and follow daughters to first date

refuses to parentify any of his kids and wants to let them be kids

constantly reminds them that they only get to be kids for a short amount of time then they have to be adults for the rest of their lives. so be silly

is always down for a quiet drive if anyone needs to clear their head

dreads the day when he will no longer he able to carry his kids on his shoulders

has already made mental plans for every possible situation the kids may create, even the absolutely crazy ones his brain has imagined

is very open w the girls and talks about safety in intimacy

leaves cute notes during bad or iffy days and writes motivational quotes on their mirrors with dry-erase markers

loves when you say he's a dilf

tries to talk to them about the stock market

passes his budgeting king crown to the kids

feels super cool when his kids brag to their friends about him, even puffs his chest a little bit

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leviismybby · 7 months

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Your mean boyfriend Kento helping you study for your semester by cockwarming you and not moving until you get the answer right. His big hands rest on your hips, he watches over your shoulder as you struggle to write while you sit on top of him, your back turned on him. Your hands shake feeling his cock deep inside of you. "What's wrong, baby? Can't focus?" You whimper when he grabs your neck and pulls you back to whisper in your ear. "Better get the answer right or I am not moving, understood?" He lets go of your neck and you try to write the answer, biting your lip to prevent moans from coming out. With a deep shaky breath, you write out an answer, hoping that you got it correct as you feel Nanami's cock twitch inside of you. His eyes look over at the answer and he grabs your hair harshly making you look at him. "Wrong. Don't tell me you have gone all stupid from my cock? I haven't even fucked you yet." Your pussy clenches around his cock and you let a moan out, you can't help it, you love how rough he is treating you right now. "Now, try again. If you get it wrong this time, I am pulling out." His grip on your hips gets tighter as he watches you write your answer. "There we go. Good girl. Was that so hard huh?" He whispers in your ear before wrapping his arms around you and pounding his thick cock inside of you.

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lost-in-tokyo · 1 year

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The Elevator

Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem!reader

Word count: 2,1k

Synopsis: what can happen if you and Nanami end up stuck in an elevator during a mission? (smut/nsfw)

Warnings: curse words, unprotected sex, fingering, biting, elevator sex, hard dom!Nanami. MDNI.

Authors note: this is pure smut with very little plot. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Entering the abandoned building you felt shivers down your spine, either because of the low temperature inside, or because of the special grade curse that awaited you and Nanami on the last floor.

You could tell he wasn't the happiest about your company, Nanami had always preferred to work alone, but this was a special grade and he couldn't deal with it by himself.

Having been transferred to Japan a couple of months ago, you always found your attention focused on the blonde. The coldness of his eyes, the sharpness of his jawline and how direct and serious he always seemed to be.

Your interest in the Japanese - Danish man didn't go unnoticed, not that you wanted that anyway. You could still recall your first encounter with him....

"Yn, this is Nanami Kento, one of our sorcerers" Yaga had told you.

Looking the blonde up and down you were quick to respond. "If I knew Japan had such fine men, I'd have come earlier."

You were never one to shy away, always being known for your confidence and upfront personality, perhaps that was the reason why you and Gojo quickly became friends.

Throughout the two months you've been here, you always tried to find a way to be around Nanami. You'd offer to help him on simple missions, which he always declined. You'd bring him coffee, black, no sugar, no cream. He'd thank you, but that was it. And almost every day you'd find a way to flirt with him.

Nanami never looked annoyed at you, but you knew he didn't like the attention you gave him. He'd avoid being around you, and whenever you started conversation, his replies would be short, even cold you could say. So when the two of you were assigned for this mission, you couldn't help but notice the way he sighed. It was clear he didn't want you here.

His frustration only increased after some good minutes of fighting, the curse managed to escape, jumping towards a building in the opposite direction. The two of you wouldn't be able to jump, using the elevator became the only possibility, since the stairs were broken in some parts of the way, making them inaccessible.

The blonde sighed again, pressing the button to the elevator as he shifted his weight from one leg to another. Once inside, he was quick to press the first floor button, waiting impatiently for the machine to go down.

That's when you heard it, a weird creaking noise and the elevator stoped. Your heart started to race, what if it fell with the two of you inside?

Nanami's fingers pressed against the button countless times as another sigh left his lips. "We're already out of time, and now this." His voice was annoyed, his back facing you as he insisted on pressing the same button.

"Try pressing the alert one, someone will come and help."

"No one's coming, yn, this building has been out of use for years now, don't be so innocent."

Ouch. He had never been this rude to you before.

Deciding to remain silent, you took one step back, leaning your head against the elevator's wall. Whatever it was that Nanami was doing, it was obvious that it wasn't working, but you decided to simply not involve yourself.

After a couple of more tries, the man cursed under his breath, before leaning against the opposite wall of yours.

"It's gonna be okay. We just need to find a solution." You tried to cheer him up by being positive, even if you had no clue on what you could possibly do to get out of this situation.

"You really think so?" His tone was sarcastic as his posture became upright. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for you."

"Excuse me!?"

"You let it run away."

A sarcastic laugh left your throat. "You say as if I had much of a choice.... My spell only works in long distances, if I had used it, the whole building would have gone down."

"You shouldn't even have come."

You rolled your eyes, checking your phone for signal, only to confirm your assumptions and see that you had none.

"If I hadn't come you'd be dead now, and you know it." You referred to one of the curses attacks, which you quickly, almost by instinct, had taken Nanami away from.

You looked down and only realized he was walking towards you when you lifted your gaze, finding him only a foot away from you.

"I didn't ask you to do that." His voice was so serious that you tried taking a step back, only to realize you were already against the wall.

You tried to think of a response, but nothing came to your mind. You opened your mouth, but no words left. His close presence was making you disturbed, making your brain short circuit. Your breathing became quick, irregular as you stared into his brown eyes, who looked much darker now. If it was because of the red lights covering the elevator or because of his anger, you couldn't tell.

"What's wrong, huh?" He put both hands on the sides of your head, making it impossible for you to run away. "Always so bitchy when there's people around... But when I get you alone you act like a scared rabbit."

"Nanami...."

"I bet you like this, I bet you like losing control. I even bet you'd be wet if you dared to touch you, huh?" His voice was low, he talked to you almost like he was a wolf and you were his hopeless prey.

You shook your head, unable to pronounce a believable lie. He was right though. You've always been bossy, a bitch some may say, and this sudden dominance coming from Nanami was making you more wet than you'd like to admit.

Suddenly one of his hands moved, inserting itself past your pants and panties, spreading your lips only to smirk as he felt your wetness.

He hummed, nice and slow, the smirk never leaving his lips. "So I am correct." The blonde took a quick pause, staring at your face as your eyes closed at the feeling of his fingers playing with clit in a slow and teasing way. "Does the idea of me fucking you inside this elevator turn you on this much?"

"N-no" your voice broke as his fingers entered your hole, his thumb taking their previous position, this time applying more pressure to your bud.

"Tell me to stop then." His mouth was so close to your ear, whispering in such a low voice that gosegumps erupted from your skin.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you said his name again, one of your hands moving to the back of his neck, bringing his lips towards yours for a fervent kiss. It was quick, your teeth clashed against each other, his body pressing against you so deliciously that you let a little moan leave your mouth, allowing his tongue to invade you, fighting for dominance against your own.

His fingers scissored you, spreading your tight walls to prepare yourself for him. His thumb was relentless, applying just the right amount of pressure with its circular motions against your clit. Both actions making you squeeze your eyes shut as you felt a knot start forming in your lower belly.

Another moan left your lips and your fingers found their way among Nanami's strands, pulling his hair, making a low groan leave his throat. He pressed himself more against you, allowing you to feel his big tent against your thigh. The anticipation of what was going to come making the feeling in your belly even stronger than before.

"Na-nami... I- I..." You couldn't finish, your pleasure was too high for any comprehensive sentence to leave your mouth.

His left your mouth, kissing the spot right below your ear, whispering against it, before biting harshly your skin, sure to leave a mark on. "That's not my name, princess."

"Kento!" It all became too much and you reached your high, your moans became high pitched as your walls spasmed against his fingers, leaving Nanami thinking of how good that will feel against his cock.

Once you came down from your high he removed his hand from you. "Take of your clothes." You quickly romoved all your garments as you watched him take his pants and blazer off, opening the buttons of his navy blue shirt.

His cock was hard against his white boxers, allowing you to see the perfect outline of it. It was hard, an average thickness, but he was long, so long. You could clearly see how fat his tip was as he finally removed the last piece and you felt your mouth salivating at the sight.

Soon the blonde's lips were on yours again. His hands squeezing your breasts before his mouth started to pay attention to one of them, sucking and biting on your nipple as your hand started to pump his shaft.

Little whimpers left your lips as your breathing became more irregular than before. "Kento, oh, please"

"What do you want, sweetheart?" His eyes looked up at you, admiring the way your face looked, contorted with pleasure.

"Want you inside."

He smirked again, pressing himself against you harder, his hands moving down to squeeze your ass tightly before he lightly tapped the back of your thighs, silently telling you to jump.

You circled your legs around his waist as one of his hands held you up, your back pressed against the cold wall of the elevator. His other guided his cock inside your folds, mixing your juices with his precum, before he slowly inserted his fat tip against your entrance.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back, moaning as little by little his dick entered your warm hole.

He cursed under his breath, using his free hand to grasp on your waist. "You gotta relax baby, I can barely move inside of you." His lips left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, nipping at your collarbone before he kissed your lips again, successfuly calming you, allowing his cock to slip in fully.

A silent moan left your mouth when he started thrusting. His initial pace was slow and cautious, almost as if he was afraid of breaking you. Nevertheless, he soon found that spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling and a loud moan leave you.

"Right here, huh?" His thrusts quickened their pace, hitting that specific spot over and over again, making you a mess of moans and sobs as your eyes teared up with the overstimulation.

"Fuck." His mouth sucked on your neck, leaving another mark on your flesh. "You always make me wanna do things that I don't do."

"Like what?" Your voice was broken, being interrupted by the pleasurable sounds you were creating.

"Like fucking you in an elevator without having a date first."

His thrusts became stronger, harsher, removing all the air from your lungs every time his cock hit your cervix.

"I hate all the attention you give me." Another hard thrust. "Always teasing me in front of everyone. Makes me wanna fuck you right there. Take this cockiness out of you."

"Kento!" Another moan and your eyes screw shut, your legs trembling around his waist.

The blonde's hands gripped on your hips, making you meet up with his thrusts as he increased his speed. "That's it baby, cum for me."

His praise was enough to make your second orgasm hit you, much harder than the first one.

Soon, the overstimulation became too much, Nanami kept using your abused hole to reach his own climax. His thrusts became sloppy and with one final thrust he removed himself from your warmness, cumming on your pussy, his cock twitching as he watched his seed drip down your folds.

Slowly, he let your feet hit the floor. "Are you feeling okay?" Concern lacing his voice.

"Yes, just tired." You gave him a small smile, while still panting.

He nodded, handing you your clothes while putting his own. The blond helped you fix your hair before fixing his, looking at himself in the elevator's mirror, which was foggy by now.

Once the two of you managed to climb through the cords and get out of the elevator, he stopped right before stepping on the stairs.

"How about we go out for dinner after we get this curse?"

"I'd love that!" You smiled, grabbing his hand before leading him through the broken stairs.

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lovelywritinglady · 1 month

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Malaysia

Nanami Kento x Fem!reader

In which Mr. And Mrs. Nanami go to Malaysia…

Fluff, angst, mentions of death (the song I chose really reminds me of Nanami at the beach in that episode(iykyk) SPOILERS for season 2. Mentions of blood.

"Honey...Honey...Honey.." The echoing sound the echoing sound of y/ns voice rang through Kento's ears like a sweet lullaby.

Kento felt odd, almost like he was in a sweet dream. However, it all felt so real, so in the realm of possibility that this moment couldn't possibly be fiction. The soft sounds of waves crashing on the shoreline calmed him as he took in the feeling of the sun on his face. The air smelled salty and fresh, and so he took a deep breath allowing his lungs to fully expand. Kento heard the sweet voice once more and so he turned his head so that he could look at the vessel of the echo.

"Yes dear." Kento cooed as he took the hands of his sweet wife.

"You've been staring into space again. Is anything wrong?" Y/n asked as she lifted her hands in order to hiss the tops of his.

"No, I just felt odd for a moment, but I believe I'm just truly surprised that we finally went here." He responded honestly looking into her captivating e/c eyes.

"That's understandable, Love. We've been working far too hard for far too long, now it's time for us to rest." Y/n spoke in a sweet voice.

"Yes, you're right. Lets go for a long walk shall we?" Kento asked smiling at his wife.

"Of course, we can go for as long as you want." Y/n smiled back as she began walking down the beach with her husbands hand comfortably in hers.

They walked for what felt hours just soaking up the sun and listening to the calming sounds of the waves crashing on the white sands of Malaysia. Kento and y/n felt at peace if only for a little while. As their time would be cut short as the waves became quieter and quieter. As the sun became colder and colder. As the grip on each other's hands became weaker and weaker. Until the beach was no longer in sight...

Kento opened his good eye fully realizing that the vision he had was nothing but a dream. As his wife had already died, with her bloodied body laying motionless on the floor above him. Mahito had killed her which made Kento bloodthirsty for revenge. However, with the current state he was in, he simply couldn't fight any longer. Most of his body had been badly burned and he felt so weak. Kento the felt a hand on his back had already known whose hand it belonged to. Kento was ready to die now closing his eye until he heard the scared footsteps of his student walking into the scene. Kento opened his eye looking at Yuji who looked horrified at the scene before him.

"Nanamin." Yuji whimpered looking at his teacher with tears glossing his eyes.

Kento thought of what to say in this moment to comfort his scared student knowing that his own death was soon. Kento only managed to think of one thing.

"Itadori, you've got it from here." Kento spoke giving his precious student one last smile. As Kento smiled he saw the image of his long lost friend and his beautiful sweet wife smiling at him. Mahito activated his technique, and just like that Kento Nanami was gone...

"Honey...honey...honey..." A sweet voice called out to him. Only this time he knew exactly whose voice it belonged to.

Kento opened his eyes to see the beautiful face of his beloved wife. He thought to himself how magical she was and how much of a lucky man he was. He noticed the familiar landscape before him as he took in the salty sea air into his lungs as his ears heard the calming sound of the crashing waves hitting the shoreline. He then turned to his wife and grabbed her hands. He smiled at her and she did the same.

"Kento dear." She spoke sweetly. "Would you like to go on a walk?" Y/n asked him as he kissed the tops of her hands.

"I would love nothing more, my dear." Kento responded as he let go of one of her hands.

They both began walking together with content smiles adoring their faces. This time, the water seemed bluer and the sand more vibrant. The sounds seemed more calmer and the air more fresh. They spent a long time walking until Kento stopped. He turned around and leaned in to give his sweet wife a kiss on her soft lips.

"I love you, my dear." Kento whispered

"I love you too, honey." Y/n whispered back.

They both continued their journey. The peace they felt was endless as their time together would be forever on the vibrant and peaceful beaches in Malaysia...

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kesshavx · 1 month

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Resilience

Hey everyone!

I wanted to jot down a quick note regarding Nanami and his portrayal in this story. While I've taken inspiration from the character you know and love, I understand that my interpretation may not be entirely accurate to the original series.I've endeavored to capture Nanami's essence and bring him to life in my own writing, but please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and my own creative interpretation. I apologize if there are any deviations from his established traits or if certain aspects don't align perfectly with your expectations.That being said, I hope you can still enjoy the story and the interactions involving Nanami. I've aimed to create a compelling narrative that showcases his strengths, complexities, and the impact he has on the other characters.Thank you for your understanding and for giving this story a chance. I appreciate your support and hope you find plenty of enjoyment

Pairings➪Nanami kento x female reader

The mission had been grueling, a battle against a formidable curse. As a second-year special grade sorcerer, you shouldered the weight of immense responsibility. However, despite your power, the curse had managed to evade capture, leaving you injured and consumed by guilt.

Days turned into weeks, and the wound on your waist festered beneath the surface. You carried on, wearing a façade of strength, but inside, the turmoil was relentless. No one suspected the storm raging within you as you navigated through your daily routine, feeling the weight of your perceived failure.

The arrival of the Kyoto students brought a festive atmosphere to Jujutsu High. Amidst the excitement, a grand party was organized to celebrate the goodwill event. Laughter and joy permeated the air, but your heart remained heavy with self-doubt and remorse.

In the midst of the revelry, Mai, caught up in the festivities, accidentally struck your injured area. A surge of agony coursed through your body, and you winced, desperately trying to conceal your distress. Unable to bear the pain any longer, you excused yourself quietly, retreating to a quiet place away from prying eyes.

As you found solace in the solitude, your pain overwhelmed you. The weight of guilt and self-condemnation bore down upon your shoulders, and the walls you had built around your emotions crumbled. Collapsing to the ground, you curled up, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled with anguish.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanami Kento, ever perceptive, had noticed your departure from the festivities. His concern grew with each passing moment, and he followed your trail, determined to find you. And find you he did, your body wracked with sobs, crumpled on the floor.

"Nanami-sensei," you choked out, your voice filled with pain and self-blame, "I'm... I'm a special grade. I let that curse get away. I failed... I failed everyone."

Nanami's gaze hardened, disappointment etched into his features. He knelt beside you, his voice firm yet laced with concern. "You are a special grade, yes, but that doesn't make you invincible. Failure is a part of our journey, and it's how we respond to it that defines us."

His words carried a touch of sternness, emphasizing the gravity of your mistakes. Yet, as you glanced up at him through tear-blurred vision, you noticed a glimmer of compassion in his eyes. It was a silent promise that he wouldn't abandon you in your darkest moments.

"But remember," Nanami continued, his voice softening, "failure doesn't diminish your worth or your potential. It's an opportunity for growth, to learn from your mistakes and become better. You are not alone in this. We're here to support you, to help you rise above your setbacks."

With those words, Nanami gently cradled you in his arms, drawing you close to his chest. The pain in your body still lingered, but his presence offered solace and comfort. He held you tightly, his touch reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement, reminding you that you were not defined by your failures.

In that quiet moment, feeling the warmth of Nanami's embrace, you began to find solace amidst the turmoil. His scolding had ignited a spark of determination within you, but it was his kindness and understanding that mended the shattered pieces of your spirit.

Time seemed to stand still as Nanami held you, supporting you through your pain. He provided a safe haven where vulnerability was embraced, and you felt a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart. With his unwavering support, you knew you could find the strength to face the challenges ahead.

As you lay cradled in Nanami's arms, the pain gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sense of comfort and acceptance. Your tears subsided, and a newfound resolve took root within you. You knew the road to redemption would not be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you felt ready to face it together.

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